Known - No Morals (feat. Mics Garcia)

It's so many meanings that life has taught us
Raise our daughters to be smarter with the proper respect
Show our sons not to be dumb raising a tech
Cause the anger got the best of him he making them threats
About to throw his life away for some niggaz that ain't right today
They stay high as a kite every night and day
With no goals on their minds but just to light and blaze
L's, wit stories to tell, on how they real
While shorties shakin' they asses up on the instagram
Twerkin' for niggaz she call her insta fam
Hoping for likes to get some insta fans
See I ain't never been that way cause I been the man
Seeking for attention for some validation
Success always causes hate from someone's admiration
I lost a lot of close homies out on my destination
Niggaz start investigating wanna know how I stretched the cakin'
So it's only right now I start the separating
Cause ya own homie would burry ya fa lessa paper
I got trust issues it's hard for me to fuck wit you
I've been stabbed in the back you see my scared tissue
It can be ya right hand that's in the car wit you
Or that nigga you spend wit at the bar wit you
They all wanna see you shine but won't fall wit you
Knowing damn well they the reason it costed you

I live a real life, yeah
You live a fake life, yeah
You have no morals, no
I feel no sorrow, yeah
I hustle and did it on my own
I have no friends I'm living on my own, yeah
I live a real life, yeah
You live a fake life, yeah
You have no morals, no
I feel no sorrow, yeah
I hustle and I get it on my own
I have no friends I'm on my own

It's like no one got morals I spend time less
With the niggaz I grew wit got different mind sets
They won't accept the knowledge I give I had to rhyme less
Cause my knowledge is priceless, my work is timeless
You rather talk about guns how you a crime vet
How you be fucking these bitches and you a don yet
Ya' kids still ain't got shit, still in the projects
Ya' baby mom still on welfare thats hard to digest
Niggaz hate to hear the truth they rather buy baguettes
Fraud for these bitches cause it's all for sex
Fuck these hoes and fame I do this all for checks
I stand on my morals I take that to my death

Why you hating all the time
Like you don't want me to shine
I can see it in your eyes
Why you hating all the time
I can see it in your eyes
Niggaz don't want me to shine

I live a real life, yeah
You live a fake life, yeah
You have no morals, no
I feel no sorrow, yeah
I hustle and did it on my own
I have no friends I'm living on my own
I live a real life, yeah
You live a fake life, yeah
You have no morals, no
I feel no sorrow, yeah
I hustle and I get it on my own
I have no friends I'm on my own

Written by:
Dayton Whistleman Jr., Michael Garcia

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